Your mama so big she a trip
That’s why your daddy did dip
They were loving cousins
Playing dirty dozens
Ann got hit in the lip
Your mama said my mama
was blacker than burnt white toast
My daddy said your daddy
was a vanilla, rice cake loving Oriole
Your brother said my brother
was a jive, jitterbugging jigaboo
My sister said your sister
was a nappy head, big lip snaggletooth
Your best friend said my best friend
was an empty can of dummy orange juice
My best friend said your best friend
was a cuckoo for Coco Puffs fruit loop
I heard you said that I
was a lazy, waging the tail barf boy
You heard that I said you
was a bowlegged, cross-eyed Barbie toy
As children
we were taught that stick and stones
may break our bones
But words could never hurt
Good advice though that may be,
we know better ...
Words do hurt people feelings deeply
Your mama said my mama
was blacker than burnt white toast
My daddy said your daddy
was a vanilla, rice cake loving Oriole
Your brother said my brother
was a jive, jitterbugging jigaboo
My sister said your sister
was a nappy head, big lip snaggletooth
Your best friend said my best friend
was an empty can of dummy orange juice
My best friend said your best friend
was a cuckoo for Coco Puffs fruit loop
I heard you said that I
was a lazy, waging the tail barf boy
You heard that I said you
was a bowlegged, cross-eyed Barbie toy
As children
we were taught that stick and stones
may break our bones
But words could never hurt
Good advice though that may be,
we know better ...
Words do hurt people feelings deeply
How beautiful she was !
When she is sparkling in the queue of displaced
How sincere her sadness was !
As a poem by black and white
I am waving and call her
And scanning my hand
...
After the queues break up
In that cloudy afternoon
We are sheltering in a small restaurant
And sit side by side
With Her purple light dress
Her small body
And her ruined spirit
She was talking to me
Long silence between sentence and another
I respect it with equivalent silently
She broken my silently every time with fabulous moan
I felt like I was in church
She was yellow
and weak
like an old book
I said :
Do you born in February 17, 1979 ?
She said
Do not try to pressure on the wound
You will need the dozens of hands !
The French are withdrawing a thousand troops
From Afghanistan
Before the end of the year
But only if they are not killed
Too many coffins
Don’t look good
On the French president’s desk
People can count
Especially the dead
Dumped on foreign ground
Without a body bag
Coffins cheaper by the dozens
The French
Are withdrawing a thousand troops
From Afghanistan
Before the end of the year
But only if they are not killed
Too many coffins
Don’t look good
On the French president’s desk
People can count
A dozen of roses for your Pain,
That I have put you through.
A dozen of roses for your tears,
That I have bestowed upon you.
A dozen of roses for my sorrow,
And all of my forgiveness.
A dozen of roses for your smile,
And the joy I get from your happiness.
A dozen of roses for your forgiveness,
That never seems to fail.
A dozen of roses for your childhood,
For it wasn’t a fairy tale.
A dozen of roses for your care,
Cuz the fairy-tale I’m close to.
A dozen of roses for my hero,
Which will always be you.
A dozen of roses for your confidence in me,
That never ceased to be.
A dozen of roses for your love for me,
That has always comforted me.
A dozen of roses for you always being there,
And being the first face I see.
And a dozen of roses for my love for you,
That is forever and eternity.
I dreamt...
I was covered...
Roses...
Daisies...
Chrystals...
Good vibes...
I dreamt
of dreams..
and wishes.......